Anytime I hear the word neighbor, I can’t help but think of Mr. Rogers. Back when I was growing up, I lived in a very bad neighborhood in Providence, Rhode Island. I used to dream of having such a nice neighborhood where you didn’t have to play the game of “is that a gunshot or a firecracker?” We learned very young to never make eye contact if someone whistled on the street.
Then, when I was 12, my sister and I moved in with my dad to a small town in southeastern Massachusetts, and boy was that a culture shock! People were so nice, and it was finally nice to live in a neighborhood where we could ride bikes to our friends’ houses and explore the town.
As an adult, a neighbor is one who looks out for you and your home when you aren’t there, and you do the same for them. It is nice to have a community where people help each other out. It becomes like an extended family, like our camp neighbors in New Hampshire. They have become lifelong besties and we wouldn’t have it any other way!
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